I don't have words that will do justice to these pictures.
These were taken on the Hall of Mosses Trail, at the Hoh Rainforest National Park.
Come take a walk with me...
The twisted roots, behind the yellow 'keep on the trail' marker.
The beginning of the trail. Walk along with me as we take a hike, albeit a short one and not especially difficult. Just keep an eye on where you put your feet, cause some of those tree roots like to reach out and trip you.
A little bridge went over this stream, so reminded me of my childhood, running around the forest.
And there's more...
Sorry for the people in here, so many turists were around, it was hard sometimes to get a shot without anyone in there.
I like taking pictures of the signs, cause I'd never be able to remember all the facts they impart.
And here's a picture of the intrepid explorer herself in front of what she believes is a Douglas Fir. She could be wrong, but it sure was a big' un.
I love taking pictures of the trees, some fallen giants, some splintered apart, but all majestic in their own way.

There were lots of these signs but some people either couldn't read or thought they were too special, and didn't need to follow the rules.
So many of these trees just speak for themselves. But I could imagine taking a book and sitting under this tree to read. And being enveloped by the moss that drapes so lovingly, this tree.
There were also those who chose not to follow the signs and went off the trail to take pictures. I blobbed his face, cause I was taking a picture of someone unaware I was taking his picture.
I'm giving this person the benefit of the doubt cause they weren't from this country, and I have no idea if they were even aware of the significance of the yellow ropes. Or they just didn't care.
I even saw some buttercups. I have to say the Elk did a great job of keeping the salmon berry plants from growing too tall. 😉
The following picture was my favorite of all the pictures I took.
This is a Nurse log, a fallen tree will often have other trees and plants growing on it.
I even got a shot of my finger... Blurry but it's there.
And without the finger.
You can't quite count the rings, but when this tree was young, it had plenty of water, and little stress, and the rings are nice and big. As it got older, the rings became thinner and thinner, as the growth slowed, until at the end, the rings are so little and narrow, it makes me wonder the stresses it was under.
Here are some of the bits and pieces of this majestic fallen tree.
Another nurse log...
The roots from these trees meet and mingle a little, but still retain their own identity.
And here we come to the end of the story, and the walk.
So glad you could join me here and if you're ever in the neighborhood this is a MUST SEE. Really, it is.
So glad you could join me here and if you're ever in the neighborhood this is a MUST SEE. Really, it is.